‘Friday,’ the ubiquitous Rebecca Black catastrophe pumped thorugh the sound system of the sold out Eagles Ballroom on Good Friday. The sing-along smash preceeded headliners All Time Low, successfully getting the massive crowd to get their partying hats on. Looking forward to the weekend, really.

The Dirty Work Tour is a more than appropriate title for the tour— between the apallingly addictive banter between vocalist Alex Gaskarth and guitarist Jack Barakat to the cheerily exclaimed profantity from The Summer Set’s frontman Brian Dales, dirty is the only word fitting enough to describe the mashup of the bands’ onstage antics.

Dirty Work was scheduled to begin at 7 PM, but by six, the crowd was already buzzing and pushing toward the stage in hopes for a better view. Earlier than expected, the ambiance music cut out and a younger troupe of All Time Low lookalikes took the stage, clearly demonstrating the sound system capabilities of the Eagles Ballroom— upbeat guitar riffs and some fun back-and-forth making up for the audience members unfamiliar with Before You Exit.

Next up, much to the dismany of many fans in the Eagles Ballroom, was The Summer Set— not because they aren’t liked by Milwaukee fans, but because they seem to be more well received than Hey Monday. Going later = longer set = more fun. Brian Dales has an interestingly eccentric collection of dance moves and an affinity for the f-bomb, making any one of The Summer Set’s shows a good time. The chemistry and somewhat appalling comments made by band members spice it up— like seeing Josh Montogmery wander off stage for a moment and return in a pair of tighty whities (2010 Warped at the Marcus Amphitheatre).

Taking the stage afterwards was the female-fronted Hey Monday. While it was obvious a lot of the sold-out crowd at the Eagles Ballroom was enamored by the stylings of vocalist Cassadee Pope, Hey Monday honestly just isn’t part of StorkMusic’s cup of tea. Pope’s vocals were clean and incredibly polished for a live performance, and we give the band a good round of applause, but it’s just hard to talk about a band you know nothing about.

The downtime between the next two sets kept a constant buzzing excitement— only increasing when the bands took the stage. The overall responsiveness and support for Yellowcard prompted this response from frontman post-show via Twitter. “@williamryankey: The show in Milwaukee tonight was so unbelievable. I definitely got choked up because I was so overwhelmed. It feels so good to be back.” It was announced by Key that it had been seven years since Yellowcard’s last show at The Rave/Eagles Ballroom, and the absence of the band was more than duly noted. StorkMusic can only imagine that hearing an audience sing the words to your songs is one of the best feelings in the world, and Yellowcard should have been experiencing some of that. The band’s performance was a blur of screaming fans, sing-alongs and impeccably violin-backed tracks, only able to be looked back on with the most genuine satisfaction.

We we we so excited.

Fuck you, oooh ooh ooh ooh.

After a melange of recent pop hits echoed through the supposedly haunted walls of the venue, a sing-along happy audience readily welcomed headlining All Time Low to the stage. Entering on a eponymous emblazoned dark backdrop, chased by bright spotlights and screams of desperate fangirls at the ready for bra tossing and love confessing, the quartet took their places on the roomy stage, making panties drop— literally. Before the band had even finished their first song of the set, a bra was already tossed onstage and boyishly put on display upon guitarist Jack Barakat’s mic stand. Multiple f-bombs and sexual innuendos were dropped, as well as a monologue from the guitarist about how many times the band had played the venue (10) and how he’d never managed to get laid there— prompting a suggestion along the lines of, “How about we just take a couple minutes, slip off into one of the many empty rooms in this place and drop our pants?” Dirty Work translation: don’t bring the pre-pubescent kids who only pretend to laugh and understand what they’re hearing.

After a series of hilariously inappropriate banter and songs “designed to make your booty shake, born in a lab at Harvard and created with a mix of peanut butter and semen,” frontman Alex Gaskarth decided to take things a little slow, only causing more girls to go doe-eyed and make more confessions of love and marriage proposals by covering a Katy Perry teenage hit before looping into an acoustic performance of Remembering Sunday. After the small break, the band was back to bass pumping and electric guitar, dance-worthy songs and more dirty conversation.

“@alexalltimelow: Another sold out eagle’s ball room. You guys make us feel like we’re the real deal. Thanks, Milwaukee; Best show of the tour so far!”

After a long, hot sweaty night, packed to the walls with people and some hipsters, a medley of fantastic bands and an incredible light show courtesy of Jeff Maker, you leave feeling a dirty as hell, but in the best way possible.